I stood on the London platform
to wave my brother farewell.
me only eighteen and him twenty-two.
he's off to Africa
to the Sahara.
Thats all
he'll be home again
he wont be long.

Then he was gone.

I turned to find my life
So many roads to choose
but only one open
door for me
so it seemed.
Not the way I truly wanted
maybe
but I liked the John man
and his family.
I wanted to have
his children.

Indelible ink.